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What is it like to be ok?
I have so much stuff to do and absolutely no time to do it. It's weighing me down and all I can do is waste more time trying to figure out what to do
 Oct 2018 Sincerely Em
Alexander
I ripped my heart out
then put it on your silver platter
and all you can say is
“ I’ll text you later .”
I guess this is how heartbreak goes for some people.
I think what I think
But why that way
Is it because of me
Or the way I was raised

Are my opinions factual
Or just what I've been told
And the standard I use
Is it tin or gold

Why do I try
and change your mind
When maybe
you're the one that's right

Why fuss and fight
Why kick and cry
It's not the end of the world
Nor is it do or die

We can dig and dig
Till it all caves in
Then dig our way out
To do it again

Why do I try
and change your mind
When maybe
you're the one who's right

Do we not want what's best
For all of us
And when it comes down to it
Shouldn't it be done in love

Love
Is how peace is made
Hate
Is a slap in the face

Why do I try
and change your mind
When maybe
you're the one who's right
The way we all scream out opinions these days with such conviction it makes me wonder who's truly right...we can't all be wrong, can we?
Take me away
I'm ready to go
Pick me up
In your U.F.O.

Take me to places
That I've never been
Once around the Universe
Twice around the bend

With every blink
A new surprise
I want to see
With my own eyes

But the main thing
I want to see
Is the world that I live
Far behind me

Beyond the scope
Of my mind
Where wonderous Galaxies
Intertwine

Take me to
The outer edge
Where I've seen it all
Before I take a step back

Leave word with the Earth
To give me a call
When things back home
Finally, settle down

Although it's true
I still find it sad
That then and only then
Will I be coming back
There's something strange going round down on the farm
With the animal noises and speeding of cars
If you listen it's a bit different, see can you hear it
But Farmer Jones doesn't see any harm

The pigs are out cleaning up after themselves
As the cows ****-a-doodle-do
The chickens aren't afraid of anything else
And the horses greet you with a how do you do moo

The string beans if you please are fit to be tied
And the potatoes no longer see eye to eye
The broccoli round here is now carrying spears
As the tomatoes run for their lives

It's Mrs. Jones that really has him worried though
She dolls up and dresses fancy at night
The way she lately behaves has this farmer quite afraid
So he stays days in the field, out of sight, out of mind

With the goats that communicate with an oink
And the sheep learning to drive the car
Yes there's something strange going round down on the farm
But Farmer Jones doesn't seem to see any harm
No other miracle is so magical
As the miracle you create
By overcoming your own shortcomings.....................
Go through darkness.
The moon is there.
You won't get lost.

Sometimes darkness is everything...
 Oct 2018 Sincerely Em
Traveler
Life is but a cruel, cruel maze
Of dead ends and nowhere lines
Prepare to hold tight
To the connection
Between your body
And your poetic mind

Off the tracks of life we stumble
The dice of love we tend to fumble
Thankful for another chance
Life is cruel but still we dance!
Traveler Tim
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